Some people dread going home for the holidays, running into high school classmates, and just the general 24/7 family time requirement. I am NOT one of those people.
I am, however, a little anxious about my five year high school reunion. No, anxious isn’t the right word. Oddly enough, I loved high school. No horror stories, no mortifying moments. It’s not much of a stretch to say that I would relive those years without changing much of anything. Believe me, I was ready for college when it came, but I can definitely look back without cringing (too much).
I guess I’d call what I’m feeling curiosity. That’s better. When I’ve been home before, I’ve seen the people I want to see. At this reunion, I’ll see everyone else. And I am curious.
I know of at least five girls who are now mommies, and at least four others who are married. Some people have been off traveling, some haven’t left the five mile radius we grew up in. (I swear I’m not judging. Just observing. For serious.) But then again, it’s also only five years since graduation – how much could everyone have changed?
My guess is that it could go a couple ways:
- 1) I’ll go to the reunion, enjoy the open bar, catch-up with people I haven’t seen in years, and vow to keep better in touch, since I’ll be having so much fun with them.
- 2) I’ll go to the reunion, enjoy the open bar, leave early with the few people I actually have kept in touch with, and realize there’s a reason it’s been so long since I’ve seen some classmates.
Either way, it’s an open bar and I get to reminisce about (or repeat) being young and stupid.
Who ever said I wasn’t optimistic?